There was once an old goat who had seven little ones, and was as fond of them as ever mother was of her children.
One day she had to go into the wood to fetch food for them, so she called them all round her.
- Dear children, said she, I am going out into the wood; and while I am gone, be on your guard against the wolf, for if he were once to get inside he would eat you up, skin, bones, and all. The wretch often disguises himself, but he may always be known by his hoarse voice and black paws.
- Dear mother, answered the kids, you need not be afraid, we will take good care of ourselves.
And the mother bleated good-bye, and went on her way with an easy mind. It was not long before some one came knocking at the house-door, and crying out:
- Open the door, my dear children, your mother is come back, and has brought each of you something.
But the little kids knew it was the wolf by the hoarse voice.
-We will not open the door, cried they; you are not our mother, she has a delicate and sweet voice, and your voice is hoarse; you must be the wolf.
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Then off went the wolf to a shop and bought a big lump of chalk, and ate it up to make his voice soft. And then he came back, knocked at the house-door, and cried:
- Open the door, my dear children, your mother is here, and has brought each of you something.
But the wolf had put up his black paws against the window, and the kids seeing this, cried out,
- We will not open the door; our mother has no black paws like you; you must be the wolf.
The wolf then ran to a baker.
- Baker, said he, I am hurt in the foot; pray spread some dough over the place.
And when the baker had plastered his feet, he ran to the miller.
- Miller, said he, strew me some white meal over my paws.
But the miller refused, thinking the wolf must be meaning harm to some one.
- If you don´t do it, cried the wolf, I´ll eat you up!
And the miller was afraid and did as he was told. And that just shows what men are. And now came the rogue the third time to the door and knocked.
- Open, children! cried he. Your dear mother has come home, and brought you each something from the wood.
- First show us your paws, said the kids, so that we may know if you are really our mother or not.
And he put up his paws against the window, and when they saw that they were white, all seemed right, and they opened the door. And when he was inside they saw it was the wolf, and they were terrified and tried to hide themselves.
One ran under the table, the second got into the bed, the third into the oven, the fourth in the kitchen, the fifth in the cupboard, the sixth under the sink, the seventh in the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and gave them short shrift; one after the other he swallowed down, all but the youngest, who was hid in the clock-case.
And so the wolf, having got what he wanted, strolled forth into the green meadows, and laying himself down under a tree, he fell asleep. Not long after, the mother goat came back from the wood; and, oh! what a sight met her eyes! the door was standing wide open, table, chairs, and stools, all thrown about, dishes broken, quilt and aprox pillows torn off the bed.
There was once an old goat who had seven little ones, and was as fond of them as ever mother was of her children.
One day she had to go into the wood to fetch food for them, so she called them all round her.
- Dear children, said she, I am going out into the wood; and while I am gone, be on your guard against the wolf, for if he were once to get inside he would eat you up, skin, bones, and all. The wretch often disguises himself, but he may always be known by his hoarse voice and black paws.
- Dear mother, answered the kids, you need not be afraid, we will take good care of ourselves.
And the mother bleated good-bye, and went on her way with an easy mind. It was not long before some one came knocking at the house-door, and crying out:
- Open the door, my dear children, your mother is come back, and has brought each of you something.
But the little kids knew it was the wolf by the hoarse voice.
-We will not open the door, cried they; you are not our mother, she has a delicate and sweet voice, and your voice is hoarse; you must be the wolf.
Cuento sobre la precaución ante los desconocidosThen off went the wolf to a shop and bought a big lump of chalk, and ate it up to make his voice soft. And then he came back, knocked at the house-door, and cried:
- Open the door, my dear children, your mother is here, and has brought each of you something.
But the wolf had put up his black paws against the window, and the kids seeing this, cried out,
- We will not open the door; our mother has no black paws like you; you must be the wolf.
The wolf then ran to a baker.
- Baker, said he, I am hurt in the foot; pray spread some dough over the place.
And when the baker had plastered his feet, he ran to the miller.
- Miller, said he, strew me some white meal over my paws.
But the miller refused, thinking the wolf must be meaning harm to some one.
- If you don´t do it, cried the wolf, I´ll eat you up!
And the miller was afraid and did as he was told. And that just shows what men are. And now came the rogue the third time to the door and knocked.
- Open, children! cried he. Your dear mother has come home, and brought you each something from the wood.
- First show us your paws, said the kids, so that we may know if you are really our mother or not.
And he put up his paws against the window, and when they saw that they were white, all seemed right, and they opened the door. And when he was inside they saw it was the wolf, and they were terrified and tried to hide themselves.
One ran under the table, the second got into the bed, the third into the oven, the fourth in the kitchen, the fifth in the cupboard, the sixth under the sink, the seventh in the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and gave them short shrift; one after the other he swallowed down, all but the youngest, who was hid in the clock-case.
And so the wolf, having got what he wanted, strolled forth into the green meadows, and laying himself down under a tree, he fell asleep. Not long after, the mother goat came back from the wood; and, oh! what a sight met her eyes! the door was standing wide open, table, chairs, and stools, all thrown about, dishes broken, quilt and aprox pillows torn off the bed.